This is a song about "Sam cook"

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

Gliding through the skies as the slow minds wander

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

She even said she can cook!

No hook, fuck a hook